The universe listens
a poem . . .
SPACE POET
When is the Universe listening?
Every single day, second, minuet, hour; connection.
It hears your hiccups,
Full stops,
Trips and falls.
It places pillows,
water, elixir, near.
The muse lolls, looking on,
A soft smirk,
A naked offering,
Behind your blinkers.
The grass is long,
The zephyr whispers,
But your foot has found
A rabbit hole!
The skies and stars sigh,
And your why flutters by,
A bat chasing insects!
Would that you could stop
And speak your need;
Listen to the . . . ROAR!
It is all for the giving,
You are infinite,
The universe is you,
And the howling in the night . . .
Your echo.